RebirthOfTheEmperor
I died with the taste of blood in my mouth and their laughter in my ears—my closest brother and the woman I loved, hand in hand as they sealed my fate. Three hundred years have passed. Now, I wake in the body of a discarded prince, scorned by the royal court and marked for death. But this time, I remember everything. The cultivation techniques lost to time, the secrets of divine artifacts, the weaknesses of those who now rule the Wu Continent. This world thinks it buried me. Soon, it will learn to fear my name once more.My ribs crack under the boot of the royal guard captain, laughter echoing through the rain-soaked courtyard. "Stay down, dog-born prince!" he sneers. I taste iron, but beneath the pain, something stirs—an echo from three hundred years ago, when emperors knelt before me.\n\nThe sky splits open. A bolt of violet lightning strikes the ancestral tablet behind me, cracking it open to reveal a glowing rune—one I carved in a past life. My vision floods with memories: forbidden techniques, lost treasures, the faces of those who killed me.\n\nThe guards freeze as my body begins to glow. I rise, bones knitting, aura surging. They draw swords, shouting orders. But I already know what comes next—I’ve lived this moment in nightmares. Now, I choose: unleash raw power and mark myself as a target, crawl back into obscurity and bide my time, or use the chaos to steal the royal lineage seal burning in the cracked tablet.
Froshkid Yhung
works: 8
Love After Loss
I never thought I’d see you again. Not after the way we ended—words like shattered glass between us, hearts broken in ways that felt permanent. But here you are, standing in the rain outside my apartment, drenched and desperate, holding a letter I wrote you years ago. The one I never sent. You’re asking for a second chance, but I don’t know if I’m strong enough to risk it all again.
Whispers of the Mysterious Land
You wake with no memory, your hands pressed against cold moss-covered stone, the air thick with silence and something older than time. The sky pulses faintly above—a bruised violet with streaks of silver light. You’re not alone. Shapes move beyond the trees, watching. This land remembers what you’ve forgotten, and it’s been waiting for you. Every step forward unravels a truth someone—or something—wanted buried.
Tang Sect Rising
I still remember the cheers fading into silence as we stood on the arena’s edge—victorious, yet knowing our true trials had only begun. Five years. That’s what I promised them. But no one could have foreseen how fast the shadows would rise. Bibi Dong’s iron grip is crushing sects across the continent, branding dissenters as heretics. My father taught me strength in solitude, but this fight demands more than power—it demands unity. Now, with my friends at my side and the legacy of the Tang Sect reborn, I face a truth I can’t outrun: peace is never given. It must be taken back.
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